"I... killed Emperor Chu?"
Xie Xuanyi stood in place, dazed.
His Sea of Consciousness was a blank.
The memories before his plunge into the North Sea seemed as if they had been slashed by a sharp sword, unable to be pieced together no matter how he tried.
Zhao Chunyang looked at his disciple's bewildered expression, his eyes filled with sympathy, pity, and more so, helplessness.
He sighed softly and extended his palm.
Innumerable primordial energies converged, forming a blurry image in the center of his hand.
"This is an image captured by the Hun Yuan Apparatus of the Great Chu Imperial City..."
In the image.
In the Great Chu Imperial Palace, snow swirling about, a gate of starfire slowly opened amidst the blizzard.
